Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 124: Chapter 24 War (End)

With the disappearance of the Mother Worm God, all Black Crystal Worm Clans on the Black Bone Plain began to retreat, except for the one where the Mother Worm had died.

Although the Black Tower Great Wizard had been tricked by the Mother Worm God and suffered some injuries, he still maintained a crushing advantage over these lower-level creatures.

His black robe expanded and instantaneously enveloped tens of thousands of the Black Crystal Worm Clan. In just a moment, the creatures under his robe were devoured by an indescribable force.

Without organization, countless lower-level creatures posed no threat to the Great Wizard.

With the Great Wizard’s assistance, the wizard’s frontline naturally advanced steadily.

Boom!

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A purple fireball exploded next to Richard, turning a sneaky Warrior Worm into char.

Capitalizing on the cover of the fire wave, Richard fired off a Heart of Annihilation.

Buzz!

A Mother Worm Guard was devoured halfway, instantly losing its vitality.

At this moment, the battle on the Black Bone Plain had become one-sided. After the Black Tower Great Wizard’s front had advanced steadily, he returned to the Floating City, for reasons unknown—whether it was due to his injury or sparing his magic power. On the frontline, the White Wizard Army continued to expand its victories, while the Black Wizard muddled through, starting to collect his spoils of war.

That was the advantage of being a Black Wizard; although their work carried greater risk, the rewards could surpass that of two White Wizards.

After collecting the body of the Mother Worm Guard, Richard halted his steps.

“Ali, Lawrence, are you going to continue the pursuit?”

Ali and Lawrence stopped beside him. Over the past few days, the three of them had fought with Richard as their core, forming a small-scale White Wizard squad.

Though they lacked combined attack skills, they smoothly pursued their enemies by relying on their high individual combat power and the tacit understanding common among Black Wizards.

“It’s up to you. If you aren’t moving forward, I am not either,” Ali said nonchalantly, leaning on her magic wand.

According to her mentor, Susanna, surviving the war was considered a success for her, and earning magic stones was secondary.

Besides, the War Academy would take half of the spoils—the more they earned, the more the Academy benefited.

“What about you, Lawrence?”

Richard turned his gaze to the old wizard he had met just over ten days ago. Lawrence had participated in two plane wars; both his strength and experience were exceptional.

Over these days, Lawrence’s Shadow Magic had helped them escape dangers several times.

“I plan to continue pursuing for a while. This is one of the highest gain opportunities in this plane war,” Lawrence said with a raspy voice.

He was a Free Wizard, participating in the war for magic stones. With his strength, fighting with the wind in his sails posed little danger.

“Alright, then let’s part ways here.”

With that, Richard and Ali turned around and flew towards the Floating City.

Following this brutal war, the entire terrain of the Black Bone Plain was left pockmarked, covered with bones and remnants of spells.

These bones included those of Black Crystal Worms, slaves from the Slave Army, and battle beasts created by wizards. If a wizard studied flesh, these corpses were quite a worthwhile collection. @@novelbin@@

On the way back, Richard encountered Jolod, who was leading Otherworldly slaves to collect flesh.

As a technical talent of the Academy, Jolod mostly stayed off the battlefield during inter-plane expeditions.

His duty was to collect the flesh left on the battlefield and then create battle beasts to feed the war.

“Master.”

Richard bade farewell to Ali and landed on the ground.

“Oh, Richard!” Jolod, upon seeing the visitor, walked excitedly towards Richard. “You seem to have adapted well to the war. You look unscathed.”

Richard smiled: “It’s manageable. I was lucky to survive with a few companions.”

“Surviving is enough. For a newly promoted wizard like you, just surviving is already good.”

Jolod patted Richard, casually swung a magic whip, and struck the back of a Soul Slave.

“Don’t slack off!”

Richard watched curiously as these Otherworldly slaves constantly collected flesh from the ground and put it into a large pot.

“Is this for making battle beasts with collected flesh?” Richard asked curiously.

“Yes, do you need active flesh? I can give you some,” Jolod winked at Richard, “Normally, there’s some ‘loss’ in producing active flesh.”

Richard smiled knowingly; “I’ll take some.”

The ‘loss’ in producing active flesh wasn’t much. Richard obtained about thirty kilograms of First Level active flesh; although it couldn’t compare to the Third Level active flesh produced by Flesh Tentacles, it could still sell for one magic stone per gram.

Besides active flesh, Richard learned another piece of news from Jolod.

The collection of the scattered flesh of the Mother Worm God was not yet complete, and many flesh fragments remained scattered.

These fragments did not need to be turned over to the Academy; any wizard that found them kept them.

“If you’re interested in these pieces of flesh, this hunting dog can help you find them faster.”

Jolod pulled a black-furred hunting dog from his pocket, along with a small piece of the Mother Worm God’s flesh, and handed them to Richard.

The hunting dog’s nose had been specially modified to quickly locate any flesh within a two-kilometer radius.

Richard accepted the hunting dog and thanked Jolod repeatedly.

“What for? You’re my student, such a small favor is nothing,”

Jolod laughed, waved his hand, and turned to chide the Otherworldly slaves not to slack off.

Leaving Jolod behind, Richard began searching the Black Bone Plain with the hunting dog for flesh pieces dropped by the World Master.

The hound’s nose was enormous, boasting six air passages. With a single breath, it could discern every scent within a two-kilometer radius.

“Woof!”

Suddenly, the hound barked furiously in one direction, and Richard immediately advanced that way.

After flying over a thousand meters, Richard halted. A palm-sized golden carapace lay on the ground, surrounded by a small crater it had smashed upon impact.

The carapace was still emitting a faint aura of oppression, causing the hound to hesitate to approach. Richard stepped forward and picked up the carapace. Instantly, information transmitted from the Miracle Furnace.

[Ingredient: Carapace of the Mother Worm God]

[Refinable Rule: Nurturing (extremely incomplete) (dissipating)]

[Extraction Cost: 5 Soul Power]

[Refinable Substance: Bloodline of the Black Crystal Mother Worm]

[Refining Cost: 20,000 Magic Power]

[Refinable Substance: Pure Gold]

[Refining Cost: 20,000 Magic Power]

Looking at the information before him, Richard’s lips curled upward uncontrollably.

This was a major find.

Whether it was the Nurturing Rule or the Mother Worm Bloodline, both were priceless treasures. Compared to them, Pure Gold was the least valuable.

Richard opened the pouch at his waist and called out Ulysses.

“Ulysses, take a look at this carapace.”

Emerging from the pouch, Ulysses glanced at the golden carapace and immediately his eyes lit up.

“Gah, fine item, this one would taste absolutely great!”

After speaking, it shifted its gaze to Richard and slyly said,

“Gah, my dear master, how about letting me take a bite of this carapace?”

“A bite?” Richard was somewhat surprised, “You are a Level 1 creature now, can you even bite through it?”

“Gah!” Ulysses exclaimed in astonishment, “I forgot! Damn it, why am I a Level 1 creature now!”

Ulysses, frustrated, landed on the carapace and pecked at it fiercely twice, resulting in no damage to the carapace but chipping a piece off his beak instead.

“Gah, my beak!”

Ulysses flapped about in pain in mid-air.

Richard, resigned, grabbed Ulysses, “Enough, see if there’s any Power of Faith you want in there!”

“Gah, no,” Ulysses glanced at the golden carapace and shook his head.

“There are no rules in this thing, let alone Power of Faith.”

“No rules?” Richard raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure there’s no rule inside it?”

“Gah, absolutely sure.”

“Alright, I have another question.” Richard recalled a saying by the Guardian of the Wizard World; these beings couldn’t sense the Rule Power within an incomplete physique. It seemed the Miracle Furnace had a stronger sense of Rule Power than a typical World Master.

“Do rules have any constraints, like can a creature only master one type of rule?”

“Gah, no, for you at this stage, the more rules the better,” Ulysses replied, “However, if you’re pursuing combat power, it’s best to specialize in exploring one rule.”

“Now?” Richard noted this qualifying word.

“Gah, when you reach the Divine stage, you will forge a Rule Body, and conflicting rules cannot coexist in a Rule Body.”

Richard nodded. Since there was no issue, he naturally had to refine the rule from the Mother Worm God fragment.

Richard had been a wizard for over sixty years, and his spiritual power, through meditation, had reached 63. If all went well, in another two hundred years, he would hit the peak of a One Ring Wizard’s spiritual power—99.9.

However, for a wizard, increasing spiritual power was the simplest aspect of ascension.

The materials and the Soul Darkness during the ascension ceremony were the greatest challenges.

Seeing the golden carapace suddenly vanish, an astonished Ulysses exclaimed:

“Gah, your furnace couldn’t possibly handle rules, could it?”

Richard did not respond, but as his spiritual power limit decreased, a cluster of Rule Power appeared above the Miracle Furnace.

Fusing it, Richard experienced an epiphany once again, and the previously fused Flesh Rule surprisingly interacted with the Nurturing Rule during the integration.

After the interaction, Richard realized a new ability:

“Whew.”

Richard took a deep breath; the interaction of the two rules had altered his ability to comprehend.

He could now use Flesh to nurture a clone, with the physique of this clone unable to surpass that of the original. Other than that, the clone’s attributes would be identical to those of the original.

Richard defined this ability as—an even more perfect Cloning Technique.

His current finances were insufficient to support the production of a Life Box, but in the future, once he had the funds, this ability would save him the cost of crafting a body out of Magic Stone.

Putting the carapace back into his pocket, Richard turned to search other areas.

The Black Bone Plain was vast, and this type of body fragment was definitely not the only one.